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while I was out ... sometimes that is the case ... I went and sat in the rec ... I proceeded in attempts to notice the hedgerows ...
I was rewarded with the various colourful arrays of the wildflowers this time of year.
I struggled with my concentration. And attempted to occupy my far away mind, by taking my requisite photos. This to remind me of this town, where I spent some of my time in early widow hood, after time here as a family.
Where most take it for granted with being outside. I am seeing my pictorial progress in these days out.
My meadows, dales, copses, woods, forests, parkland, river trails, tracks, fields, footpaths, cliffs, getting lost, with the various activities we did in the Guide movement. The walks with an Auntie in Devon and other various relatives in varied scapes over the years
Playing in the rock pools and sand dunes. The chalk downs in my birth county. And all those games we played. All revisited in working within the home.
And again more recently all the above and moor. The many and varied terrain visited already post crisis. I have even played table tennis badminton and more ...
And plans for a six mile walk. The trips in the planning with our daughter to new far away places ...
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